BS players had been loudly chatting about whether the Adjudicator had taken too long on this hunt, wondering when she would finally return.
Then the moon in the sky vanished.
A vast sheet of black fabric, so enormous it seed to blot out the heavens, swept across the sky of BS. Before panic could spread, the ga notifications rang out.
(BS Adjudicator: All players still inside instances must exit imdiately.)
(BS Announcent: Warning. Warning. All players must exit instances imdiately.)
The BS announcents fired three tis in a row and turned into pop up windows in front of every player, impossible to close.
Everyone realized how urgent the situation was. Players began exiting instances at once, sparing no movent skills or return abilities.
The world began to quake violently. Golden rain poured down across the land. Players reached out to catch it, only to realize it was nothing more than strands of lightning.
It was the Adjudicator.
When players across every corner of BS looked up and saw the black fabric or fragnts of it in the sky, another notification sounded.
(BS Adjudicator: Leave the instance. This is an order.)
For those who had not yet managed to exit, a new window appeared before them, directly from BS.
(Do you accept BS assistance to imdiately leave the instance and return to BS? This action will consu 50 percent of your current level experience.)
(Accept) (Decline)
A scene never seen before. At this mont, no one dared hesitate or waver.
BS began flying toward the place where the moon had disappeared. There was a massive rift there, and through it could be seen dreamlike star tracks and rivers of light.
Their world was moving.
The sea surged into a tsunami capable of annihilating everything along the coast. Yet almost imdiately, strange looking crabs burst from the ocean one after another, swiftly calming the waves.
Nivalis let out a dragon’s roar and vanished into the sky.
"Wasn’t the Adjudicator out hunting? Why does it look like she is packing up the house and running?"
"Hehe, the Adjudicator cares about . I am part of the Adjudicator’s belongings."
"Hehe, too."
SmokeTune could not help laughing. Human racial talent truly deserved to be called (Optimism).
BS seed to be undergoing an apocalypse, yet the players felt an unexpected calm, even anticipation for what lay ahead.
Minutes later, every instance light screen across BS shot a beam straight into the sky. No, that was not light. They were being pulled out.
SmokeTune stood in the street, staring at this scene like a miracle. Her long dead heart began to pound wildly.
Was it really what she thought?
She stared at the sky, at the rift of stars, unwilling to blink.
As BS drew closer to the rift, thick fog spread across the heavens, dimming the world into hazy darkness.
Nothing could be seen. Nothing could be heard. Players climbed to the highest places they could find, waiting for the unknown outco.
In that long wait, where breathing grew faster without anyone noticing, the beams connecting to the instances suddenly snapped.
One instance after another vanished.
With a massive lurch like a cruise ship plunging into the sea, BS’s announcent rang in every player’s ears, trembling with restrained excitent.
(The world belongs to the Adjudicator. If the Adjudicator wants freedom, BS is free.)
(Congratulations to all BS players. BS has broken free from the war sequence.)
(From this day forward, BS players may live the ga in whatever way they choose. Players who long for adventure, please wait patiently for the Adjudicator to update new ga DLC.)
BS SmokeTune froze.
She slowly lowered her head and looked at her Vine. Several tiny buds had appeared on it without a sound.
The flowers had not blood yet, but the mont she saw a scene she had only ever seen in dreams, the Vine began to awaken.
Mistblade, who had just exited the ga, also felt as if she were dreaming. Otherwise, why was Snowfield pitch black?
Above was a massive transparent barrier, with a layer of fog inside it that prevented players from seeing beyond.
As a result, Snowfield felt like it had no daylight at all.
Forcing down the image that would not leave her mind, BS Rita standing beneath the golden rain curtain with tears falling endlessly, Mistblade did not continue observing Snowfield. Instead, she checked the rankings of this Divine Ga.
(First Place: DawnCicada)
(Second Place: BS Mistblade)
(Third Place: Tiger Ear Kessa)
Mistblade sprang to her feet. How could this be? She had clearly used a special item at the very last mont to boost her score by five percent.
Yes. How could this be.
DawnCicada sat upon her throne, two fingers lightly bent against her chin, gazing without expression at the sea of clouds outside the palace and the rising dawn.
Why had she used that Divine Ga reward she had held onto for so long?
She had even forgotten which Divine Ga it ca from, the reward that increased final results by thirty percent.
She had always been reluctant to use it, because occasionally there were Divine Gas where first place rewards were exceptionally special.
For example, the Moon Courier ga in the Card Swap event. That ga had been far too unique. She had not brought the reward in. Even if she had, she could not have taken Moon Courier’s prize.
That ga had no rankings, only a single champion. Once the champion appeared, the ga ended.
She believed many veteran players held similar rewards, all quietly saving them for those extrely special Divine Gas.
Only the rarest and most precious rewards were worth using such an item.
Rank itself was not that important. Divine Gas were not rare. For experienced players, it was impossible to go all out every single ga. That would only lead to exhaustion and collapse.
When she marked BS Rita as her target player, she truly had wanted her to co to Dawn. She had worked toward that goal throughout the ga.
Falling behind in rank because of purchasing the Vine was a regret, but she had never once considered using that precious item, not even for a mont.
Yet when BS Rita, holding together every ounce of courage she had, smiled provocatively and said, "Didn’t you want to flatten BS? Here is your chance. Do it," DawnCicada herself did not understand what she was thinking.
Perhaps sothing was wrong with the newly acquired Vine. Amid a burst of floral fragrance, she used that item.
At rank eight, she used an item that boosted her final score by thirty percent.
In that mont, DawnCicada truly wanted to obtain BS Rita, no longer because of Deceitful Bloom’s expectations or hints, but because she understood just how worthy this player was of being taken into her world.
What a pity.
Yet after a brief wave of irritation, DawnCicada could not help but laugh softly.
She knew very well how much BS Rita hated Vineborne. After turning into a Vineborne, what would that person do then?
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